“I don’t like the way work break rooms smell. They smell like frozen meals, stale popcorn and sadness.”

-Q.O.D. from my friend Rachel on Facebook.

I couldn’t resist posting that. I loved it. I am in a very poetic mood lately and that sentiment seemed to fit in with my mood.

This is where I eat lunch almost every day, the staff room at work. From the perspective of the glass window in the ceiling.

For the record though, it is mostly not sad.